These Are Not Cynicisms At All
Those who have clouded minds,
Seem to have been punished...
For thoughts they could have had.
But for some reason,
Resisted the process.
What is observed and has been tolerated,
Appears to be a curse of 'wills'.
And those who make attempts to correct this,
Are kept distanced because they are too loyal.
Too devoted to the betterment of the human condition.
And these are not cynicisms at all.
Sadly these are facts of goodwill being despised.
When mud slinging is discovered done,
In every crevice of a society 'purposedly' being cesspooled...
Faultfinding is no longer one's mission,
As much as a prioritized exit is to enjoy one's peace.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Part Of My Job Description
I am not trying to make sense.
Or find a place where it is common.
I've traveled those avenues before.
Today I have distanced myself from the search.
And those explanations about lost connections...
With an admitted obligation,
To sacrifice one's time...
In a devoted commitment to help mend,
Those of broken misunderstandings?
That is not my mission.
I deliver messages,
That's it.
Wasting time sitting to convince...
Is not part of my job description.
When were those understandings broken?
And who did not comprehend an existing split?
I would think,
Those folks are the ones...
Who should be choked up with guilt!
Trying to heal these emotional 'riffs'.
Not me!
I've done my 'tears-cried-alone' bit.
With a completed paid donation made to that charity.
I am not trying to make sense.
Or find a place where it is common.
I've traveled those avenues before.
Do I dare to retrace my footsteps?
Suggestion...
Do not wait or anticipate a response.
There will be none forthcoming.
Not to that question.
And not from my lips will one come.
I'm done with repeated aggravation.
Today I have distanced myself from the search.
And those explanations about lost connections...
With an admitted obligation,
To sacrifice one's time for the 'right-thing-to-do'.
In a devoted commitment to help mend,
Those of broken misunderstandings?
Hey...
That is not my mission.
Or a condition of my 'contract'.
I've tried that and was reminded I didn't fit in!
I deliver messages,
That's it.
Wasting time sitting,
To convince...
Which advice to follow?
And who should do it?
Is not part of my job description.
F.A.T.
And I aint talking about what to do,
With anybody's 'fat' either!
Or furthering ambitious thoughts.
Or feed any ducks to prepare to pluck.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accept For Those Who They Owe
In a world getting more socially global,
They find their values and standards
Over rated and outdated.
Their isolationistic point of view,
No longer supports their dependency on exports.
And no where is anyone importing their arrogance.
Today more people view them,
With pity than with praise.
Like a child once tolerated...
But time has aged those days.
Even slowly they can not be awakened...
From a deep induced sleep.
To see themselves.
In every aspect of their daily lives...
They are delusional and entertain fantasies.
And those who speak of truth and reality...
Are slandered and despised.
Their way of life does not exist anymore.
Not to those with opened wide eyes.
And they can not see themselves as powerless to this.
They can not see themselves,
No longer number one.
No longer the one kept loved and special...
OR prioritized,
On anyone's list.
Accept for those who they owe!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dissatisfactions
If one thought of goodwill came to sit,
It should be welcomed and not resisted!
Overtaxed minds with high crime images
Aren't gifts to treasure
Or accept under any circumstances.
Somehow we have interpreted freedom
To mean indulging in recreational stupidity.
This has been successfully implemented!
Isn't it time to address the loss of love?
And the weaknesses associated with its absence?
It is a struggle to find peace of mind!
Those that have it know how great its power!
And if one thought of goodwill came to sit...
Something 'inside' encouraged it to come!
To chase it away,
Leaves one a victim to continued mental delusion.
Attracting dissatisfactions that trap,
In the best of contempt!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Who Have Prioritized Them As Waste
It is easy to make fun,
Of the odd one out.
Isn't it?
Especially in an environment,
That seems not only to condone it...
But solicits a provoking of this behavior.
It is a condition that is taught...
And learned very well.
Then it is wished a unity is done.
But those that have become alcohol abusers,
And drug addicts...
Social misfits and psychopaths,
Appear to have other agendas.
And to express a vacancy of love,
Is not one of them.
And the people who have prioritized them as waste...
Can be observed, examined and witnessed,
As being the real victims!
They are the vagrants adorning false masks.
Since they've invested their time...
Ensuring their own kind were driven out of their minds.
And they wander about,
Making sure this task is successfully done.
Or they 'hang' in there...
Despairingly.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Everybody Is Capable Of Closeness
sadly some cannot feel close to anyone
sadly some cannot love another person
sadly some are so afraid of being hurt
sadly some do not care who they hurt
sadly emotional dysfunctions are tragic
it is hard to solve other people's unresolved problems
it is hard to solve our own pressing present problems
it is true female suicide attempts are desperate crys for help
it is true male depression can be sign suicidal dangerous
it is a suicide success rate steeper than female attempts
not all people think reason in complex thought patterns
not all people cross child adult boundaries in calculated thoughts
not all marriages are unions of two hearts compatible deeply in love
not all parents love their children as centre of their entire world
not all people play love calculation games to achieve limited goals
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Do Not Think I Am Oblivious
Feelings?
You have no idea how deep mine are.
Thoughts?
They are connected to curiousity.
With a comprehension wished.
Devotion?
I am devoted and loyal.
Until I'm given reason to despise.
And I can do that to anyone for the rest of my life.
Why?
My forgiveness doesn't come cheap.
Nor am I perfect.
I never said I was!
My feelings and thoughts are deep.
And when they are disrespected...
Do not think,
I am oblivious with unconcern.
I am not vindictive!
But I do promote the act of replacement.
And I attempt to do that...
Before the foam starts to drip,
From between my teeth.
I am aware.
But I do no wolfing!
I just do what I do and be done with it.
And I do my best to make it painless.
Unless I am tested by one in disbelief.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beliefs
Even though people hold unto beliefs,
They will declare exist.
With interpretations of them.
Like a peace wished to exist.
Isn't that a belief?
Why is it resisted?
There are those with beliefs of love and hate.
With more hating to believe
There is a weakness expressed,
When one confesses to have love.
There is a sickness some accept,
Because someone has said
Sickness for them is to be expected.
Even though people hold unto beliefs,
They will declare exist.
With interpretations of them.
Like a peace wished to exist.
Isn't that a belief?
Why is it resisted?
And why is it some create their own conflicts?
As if not to do them
They will be neglected.
As if to exit from them with belief
A love and peace shared by all,
Will one day by all be accepted.
Isn't that a belief?
Why is it resisted?
And whose beliefs,
Have been made more realistic?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No society has been able to abolish human sadness, no political system can deliver us from the pain of living, from our fear of death, our thirst for the absolute. It is the human condition that directs the social condition, not vice versa.
quote by Eugene Ionesco
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Double Up On Shock
Double up on shock.
And gather as much as possible,
To keep stocked...
When a wishing for it,
Can no longer be resisted.
Profiling those suspected,
Of being nonconformists AND independent thinkers...
Is enough to carry around a signed baseball bat.
Hopefully to be sold before its actual usage.
Stained memorabilia does not produce a high price.
Not to pay at someone else's expense.
'Excuse me?
Is that blood?
OR ketchup?
With the remains of someone's nose,
Dried into the bat? '
~Oh no.
But it certainly appears that way.
If purchased today...
We can discount it for you.~
Double up on shock.
And gather as much as possible,
To keep stocked...
When a wishing for it,
Can no longer be resisted.
Who knew that all that oil gushing in the Gulf,
Was coming up from a mile down?
And the oil companies are constructing a giant finger,
Made from a combination of 'Oops! ' and 'Huh? '
To curtail ('wink') a seepage that may be seen...
Hanging around for a while.
Oh...
And that giant finger sent down to plug up the gush?
Is sure to be a hit with the kids this coming Christmas.
Is there any sense of decency? ANYWHERE?
When squirrels are seen refusing free nuts being offered...
What can be said about the level of respect given to human beings?
It has dipped!
Not fluctuating like the stock market.
But on a dip that seems permanent.
Yes!
Double up on shock.
And gather as much as possible,
To keep stocked...
When a wishing for it,
Can no longer be resisted.
And it is unmistakably right there when needed.
Ridiculous or not...
At least you can say you've got it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Thoughts Unsaid (A screamo song)
You don't have to say it it's already a scar
You don't have to hear in your mind or your soul
Because these are: THESE ARE
The thoughts unsaid
The thoughts in all our
The thoughts that are (high voice)
In our head in our head!
This is the global addiction
This is the human condition
This is the global addiction
This is the human condition
Chorus
Give me the rush, make me feel alive
Gimme the rush, make me feel alive
Gimme the rush as I slowly die
Deaden my pain
Drum solo (3 seconds)
Deaden my pain
Drums + Electric guitar (3 seconds different)
Deaden my pain... With a greater pain!
Heal my heart with a bigger scar
Cause I like the way it hurts, (shouting) IT'S HOW WE ALL ARE
This is the global addiction x 2
This is the human condition x 2
Cause our actions prove our real thoughts, THE THOUGHTS UNSAID
Repeat chorus
(We don't want a cure
We don't want to be pure) x3
Shouting: We need a savior but we forsook Him (in one word increments)
poem by David Knox
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The Lessons Not Taught At School Is, Asking Questions...
When was the last time you talked to me lovingly?
Where did we go to purify our doubtful thoughts silently?
The fluid pressure builds up as the wind that lost,
The revengeful heat warming up the air to raise the temperature,
As the next meal depends upon the work that I do,
Forget about you to think back when with you,
The silence is kept conveniently as the thoughts are boiling,
The backs of us facing at our bed of matrimony,
The comforter not crumbled, as we have no common desire,
Pills bring the sleep that is much needed,
Sleep, go and come back from work and then sleep,
The two minds, full of clouded questions,
Go around the poles of their own ego,
As no one depends on no one to go down,
When the heavy clouded thoughts bang with each other,
There may be rain, thunder storm and even tornado,
To dissipate the pressure and the destruction can be seen,
Some take their suitcase and exit,
And others may take the effort,
To crumble the comforter and the bed spread,
The life is very simple when we know how to ask questions.
Teach me how to ask questions, please..
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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A theoretical system does not merely state facts which have been observed and that logically deducible relations to other facts which have also been observed.
quote by Talcott Parsons
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Harmony With Darkness
It is extremely clear,
You travel with discomfort.
And sip on agonies that leave you drained.
The dripping of them from your lips...
Disappoint with those expectations,
You neither receive nor get!
From the exposure of it!
It is clearly known you want this shown.
While secluding your delusions.
Although standards you maintain...
Have strained relationships,
You once had gained.
There is an unhappiness kept self inflicted.
Your treasure chest of gifts,
You have allowed restricted!
They've become diminished like heirlooms replaced.
With a pawning done...
And etched upon your saddened face!
You are in harmony with darkness!
A tune sung and kept reminisced.
You are in harmony with darkness!
And plugged you are...
Right into it!
It is extremely clear,
You travel with discomfort.
That you alone have invited into your home.
And it is kept pampered like a loyal devoted pet.
One you expect to shower you with misery.
From Sunrise to Sunset!
You are in harmony with darkness.
And you've name it 'Eminent'.
Isn't it...
Eminent?
You are in harmony with darkness.
And it is permanently,
Un-resisted.
There is an unhappiness kept self inflicted.
Your treasure chest of gifts,
You have allowed restricted!
They've become diminished like heirlooms replaced.
With a pawning done...
And etched upon your saddened face!
You are in harmony with darkness.
Eminent.
Isn't it?
Your harmony with darkness,
Is permanently un-resisted.
Harmony with darkness.
Eminent.
Isn't it?
Your harmony with darkness.
Permanently,
Un-resisted!
Harmony with darkness.
Eminent.
Isn't it?
Your harmony with darkness.
Permanently,
Un-resisted!
Oh oh oh oooh!
In harmony with darkness.
Eminent,
Isn't it!
Your harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.
Harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.
Harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.
Harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Keep Protected and Intact
What's found socially acceptable,
And academically correct.
Has changed in its effective etiquette.
And has been dissected as suspect.
A higher state of consciousness,
Has arrived in minds to detect...
An awareness intentionally hidden...
Discovered by nonbelievers,
Who now 'see' and are upset.
Yet...
Their fantasies they wish to keep,
Protected and intact.
They wish to keep these fantasies,
Living to breathe as facts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Expressing Their Discontent
Those who befriend others,
By expressing their discontent...
Of what takes place in a shared environment,
Need to be distanced...
From that kind of negativity mentioned.
Being caught up in another's bitterness,
To add to one's priority list...
Does not do anything to rid one from it.
And when others are participating...
More minds get stuck in accepting of this.
Those who befriend others,
By expressing their discontent...
Of what takes place in a shared environment,
Need to be distanced...
From that kind of negativity mentioned.
And there is nothing like an experience,
That teaches one what to accept...
And what from one should be resisted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Originality Lurks Within Minds
however complete thoughts
theories are within hearts minds
prepared to be still prepared
to wait meditate focus
thoughts into a complete whole
originality lurks within minds
of curiosity perception
should challenge individuals
to think reason upon values
cause and effect consequences
creating multiplicity within society
changes within our shared world
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Who Is Going To Interrupt Ongoing Debates
I think it is 'cool' to awaken,
With a desire to participate...
In activities to make effective changes.
Especially the ones,
That have come to stare boldly in faces!
However,
To anticipate those changes...
Long in desperate need to have been made,
To occur overnight...
When it has taken decades to place,
A detrimental stubbornness in accepting sight!
Is going to take a talented magician,
To hypnotize everyone with a convincing done...
That what has been tolerated,
Has from all minds been erased.
I think it is 'cool' to awaken,
With a desire to participate...
In activities to make effective changes.
Especially the ones,
That have come to stare boldly in faces!
But...
Who is going to interrupt ongoing debates,
To tell those running in political races...
Their topics prioritized to discuss,
Have for decades been outdated.
Who amongst those not affected by the 'craze',
Has the reseources to gather or the patience to raise?
Who already has not made attempts,
To prevent...
The sliding downhill of standards once valued,
Into the welcoming arms of decadence.
And 'who' is left,
To have the credibility to be believed?
That will not be depicted as a freak of weak leadership?
Or regarded as a 'socialist' amongst those who are 'socialites'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've Sipped Those Cups Of Tea
I have needs.
And I don't believe,
Making announcements about them...
Would have them quicker met,
If I advertised on the internet.
Or posted my picture...
Since I don't think I'm photogenic.
I like to meet some one sincere.
Someone who would share with me...
Feelings felt that were authentic.
I have needs.
To be respected with a love,
That was loyal and devoted.
Relationships increasing in arguments...
Are for those out seeking challenges.
And those I've had before.
Only to witness a love exit through slammed doors.
And nothing about that do I desire to repeat.
I want someone honest and sharing peace with me.
Heartache and roleplay?
I've sipped those cups of tea!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Won't Find Me There
I'd like to know what makes you stay
While your eyes still search for escape
You think that I don't feel the cold, baby
But I wait, while confessions unfold
You'll never make a living from reading minds
Or from getting your direction from exit signs
Look into your heart and you won't find me there
You won't find me where you hide, baby
And that makes us a matter of time
Like trees exposed by fall, baby
Time reveals it all
You'll never make a living from reading minds
Or from getting your direction from exit signs
Look into your heart and you won't find me there
Oooooooh...
Tell me you want to do everything
But you're stuck up to your knees
And I'm less likely pushed forward
By ambition than a breeze
But there's a flame that must be fanned, baby
And it appears as a beckoning hand
Don't think 'cause you're not talking, you're being kind
You've been getting your direction from exit signs
Look into your heart and you won't find me there
You won't find me
Oooh, there
You won't find, you won't find
You won't find me there, oooh
You won't find, you won't find
You won't find me there
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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Back To The Facts
From minds the chains are gone.
From minds the chains are gone.
From minds the chains are gone.
From minds the chains are gone.
And it's...
Back to the facts.
Back to unpack those facts,
Packed.
Back to the facts!
To dust them off and stack them tall.
Back to the facts...
To unwrap and stack.
Medieval evils,
No longer can be forced on people.
Walls are falling.
And used as steps for those who crawl.
To see life without limits,
With a higher consciousness.
And it's...
Back to the facts.
Back to unpack those facts,
Packed.
Back to the facts!
To dust them off and stack them tall.
Back to the facts...
To unwrap and stack.
Medieval evils,
From minds the chains are gone...
To keep the people,
From a...
Bouncing off the walls.
Medieval evils,
From minds the chains are gone...
To keep the people,
From a...
Bouncing off the walls.
And it's...
Back to the facts.
Back to unpack those facts,
Packed.
Back to the facts!
To dust them off and stack them tall.
Back to the facts...
To unwrap and stack.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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